i'm alive yay

Hey guys. I haven't ditched this blog. Just been occupied. And jet lagged. In Vancouver right now, which means that I survived dirty old Irene. What a bitch she was, causing all that trouble. In all honesty, Irene didn't really affect us, thank Bob, but all the news coverage definitely got us worried about whether we would be able to fly on Saturday morning. Airlines were cancelling several of their scheduled flights on the east coast. In some cases, all were canned. Although New York is quite far up north, Irene was expected to pay us a visit in a big way. Even public transport was ordered to stop by the afternoon to prevent any damage. We were very fortunate because our 11.30am flight to Minnesota scraped in before all the flights were grounded. Sad, though, to hear about the damage and loss of life it has caused in other states,as well as neighboring countries. The cost of this event will be ranked in the top 10 costliest disasters in US history according to reports. Because most of the damage was caused by flooding and the wind itself, much of it may not be covered by insurance as flood damage is not listed in many policies. It seems so surreal (if that's an appropriate word for this situation) that we were only there a few days ago, when everything seemed fine and all of a sudden, things became chaotic. Although NY ended up avoiding the full brunt of Irene, extensive damage was done, nevertheless.  Oh well, lucky us.

Unassuming little place on a quiet little
street in Chinatown.......

....but the dumplings were pretty fucking tasty.

Some catching up to do....where do I start.....did I mention that food is awesome in New York? As I've said before, food in NY is not all about hotdogs and pizza. Not to say that I haven't eaten copious amounts of the aforementioned food items during my time here, but I most definitely had enough space in my GI tract for other yummies.

When looking at places where good food is available, you can't go wrong with Chinatown. The place has a more distinct scent separate from the other parts of Manhattan. It's like HK, with its occasional whiff of sewerage (still much better than China...that place smells like you're riding Splash Mountain, except the log you're riding is a different type of log, and the water is yellow). Ah...those Chinese and their funny smelling ways,... We first went to this place called Prosperity Dumpling, where they made, er, dumplings.We could have ordered other stuff other than dumplings, but that would be likened to the idiot who orders steak at a seafood restaurant.It was something stupid like 5 dumplings for a dollar. My grandma makes some pretty phat gaozhis (and she doesn't charge me) but these were pretty awesome too. The place is a hole in a wall, seats four people max, but the atmosphere is not the reason it's famous.           

Essentials

I wonder what the Chinese
translate to. I don't think
it's Golden Unicorn.

Afterwards, we got some dim sum at Golden Unicorn. LMAO. Didn't know unicorns figured into Chinese mythology. If I'm not mistaken, that thing on the left is not even a unicorn. That thing has wings, fool! Mythological animal identity crisis aside, the dim sum was choice. Was pretty full by the end of it, evident by the fact that I walked into the kitchen, thinking it was the exit.    


Scroll down for other yummies.
 

Lost your appetite? Was pleasantly surprised that the NY subway wasn't as bad as its reputation made it out to be...until we nearly stepped on this(I'm sure one of us stepped on that trail of questionable liquid though...please be Gatorade). Prior beliefs dashed in an instant. OK truth be told, I knew the subway is pretty filthy at times. That's to be expected in a big city with a old system like this one, but couldn't the guy have just stepped into Mcdonalds or some other public toilet? Did he REALLY need to lay a cable right there and then that badly? Actually, that pile doesn't look like a cable at all....it's just a saying I learned during my tenure in good old, classy Invercargill. 

After our brief visit to Chinatown, we made our way to the Financial Center. We've already been to this area, as detailed by a previous post, but we didn't have the opportunity to explore it more thoroughly. To be honest, there wasn't too much. Architecture is impressive, but most of the action is inside, where we can't go in, especially on Wall Street.   

I don't even remember what this building
was. Could someone enlighten me?

The statue of the bull is a representation of a market where a trend of
high.......OK yeah it's a picture of me licking its, er, udders.

 
To be continued tomorrow.

D

quick post

Soz but this will be a brief post. Just got excited about this one thing. Got plenty of time to catch up when I'm in Canada since I probably won't be too busy once I'm there. This hurricane coming up the east coast issue is a bit of a worry though. 

Went around Soho today for a quick look. For those unacquainted, Soho (south of Houston, dunno what Houston is referring to) is a trendy neighbourhood that is lined with several cafes, shops and chic designer boutiques. In other words, it's a girl's paradise and I'm just there for the ride. 

One of the (several) clothing stores we visited happened to be just opening. They hadn't even finished doing up the place. In a sense, we made history because my girlfriend was literally the first customer. Was an interesting experience to boot. The big African man who assisted her essentially manhandled her while suggesting different looks. The look on her face was priceless. In some situations, this would probably be inappropriate. I'm 99% sure he was gay, though, so that's A.O.K in my book.   

So yeah..most of the afternoon consisted of a systematic approach on my part, where I would enter a clothing/shoe store, seek the closest seat (or any available surface), then proceed to sleep until it was time to repeat the process again. Soho is nice, don't take it the wrong way, but I just wasn't expecting to find anything that would interest me. However, to my surprise, we happened to walk by the Ice Cream Store by chance. Despite the name, they don't actually sell desserts. My girlfriend confirmed this when she asked the security guard whether she could buy ice cream LMAO. This place is actually the brainchild apparel store conceived by Pharrell Williams of Neptunes fame. I'm a big fan of his music and have checked out his clothing lines Ice Cream and Billionaire Boys Club on the internet. Pretty neat threads and kicks, but a tad on the expensive but side. It's essentially an American version of BAPE, especially the Ice Cream line.

The ground floor. The place actually smelt like ice cream.

 It was my lucky day. My girlfriend insisted on getting me a pair of orange BBC Nothings as a present *thanks, babe!!!*. I'm not really one to seek out 'exclusive' products, but I gotta admit that these blow my regular Air Force 1's out of the water. Orange is probably not the first choice colour for most people, but I really liked them so don't be hating. The End.

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Getting my orange on.

   

Pizza is yum

*sorry peeps. been too occupied and exhausted over the past few days to update. hopefully i recall most of the good stuff* 

People who wait in a block-long line outside a Abercrombie and Fitch store (as I observed on 5th Avenue)for must be going inside to gawk at the shirtless male models or even to get high on the excessive perfume sprayed around the store, because those threads are just not worth waiting an hour plus over. Then again, some people really do want to look like preppy jerk-offs...

The people in front comprised of about 25% of the whole line
waiting for the place to open.

The doorman is really good at making people disappearing....
.....into Grimaldis! HAHAHA. G

However, some establishments really do deserve this sort of ludacris dedication. This includes Grimaldis Pizzeria, a little, understated joint located under the Brooklyn Bridge on the Brooklyn side of the East River. It is not only decent, but it's known to be one of the best, if not THE best pizzeria in New York. What is different about Grimaldis pizzas? I don't know, but they are cooked using traditional coal brick ovens, which are apparently illegal in the Manhattan area (stems from old legislation, no clear reasoning). Considering that we started waiting in the sizable line half an hour BEFORE the restaurant even opened, my expectations were justifiably high. As soon as the clock hit twelve o'clock, we were finally beckoned in by the doorman (who looked like he had just finished making cement shoes at the local lake). The place was filled to the brim, and the line outside continued to extend down the footpath. The menu was pretty straight forward. Large or medium? Tomato or white-based  pizza? Toppings? Extras? Sorry for anyone with a stapled stomach, but there is a no single slice policy, so we had to order and attempt to finish a whole pizza. It was brilliant and lives up to its billing. Apparently this place has been served with eviction papers recently, and will have to move, despite having the place consistently full. If that is true, then we sure are lucky to have had the chance to visit Grimaldis in the original location. The service and atmosphere were simple, and the all-male staff weren't the easiest on the eye, but in the end, it's all about pizza. A pizza which happens to be the best I've ever had. 

You finished taking photos yet?

Having eaten our pizza and looking three months pregnant as a result, we decided to hire some bikes and ride over the Brooklyn bridge. Despite being right next to the shoreline, we still had to backtrack and make our way through Brooklyn Heights because the bridge extends quite far inland. All I wanted to was change up my

gears and hoon my way across the bridge at breakneck speeds. However, leaving my girlfriend in my dust would have had dire consequences, therefore I was forced to bring it down a notch. Comparing this to our bike ride over the Golden Gate Bridge (which is more of a....hmmm.... red?), I wouldn't say it gave me the same feeling of awe, but it definitely was a good experience, regardless.

View of Manhattan from the bridge.

We eventually made our way to Ground Zero, something very high on my list of things to do in NY. It's 's obviously serious subject matter, so I will treat it as such. For those not faimliar with the 'Ground Zero' term, it's the area where the Twin Towers used to stand before the events of 9/11. The enormous impact to the financial center infrastructure, and of course, from an emotional perspective, is still very evident. Construction of the memorial, as well as 1 WTC (formerly known as the "Freedom Tower"), will be completed this September and January 2013, respectively. The memorial is named Reflecting Absence and has a associated preview site half a block away. This preview site is essentially a museum of sorts dedicated to 9/11. All net income from the store goes towards construction/maintenance of the memorial, as well as associated organisations such as the FDNY and NYPD funds, etc.

A model of the Statue of Liberty covered in  badges and photos of servicemen,  messages, etc.

Having occured on the other side of the world and at a time when I was much younger, it was hard to fully comprehend the scale of this tragedy, resulting in a sense of detachment. However,while pensively looking up at the suddenly rainy area of sky where the towers would have otherwise have covered, a sense of melancholy overcame me. My sadness towards this does not compare to those who have been more directly affected, but this experience has definitely increased my understanding about its impact.

Ground Zero (sort of.. virtually impossible to get a photo of any significance)
and the half-constructed "Freedom Tower". A couple of nearby buildings also are in the process of rebulding.

Grim ending to today's post, I know, but it was and eye-opening experience that I wanted to write about and share to those interested enough to read. Less depressing stuff next post, I promise.

D

A little update

Manhattan skyline from Brooklyn.

Just thought I'd kill some time while the girlfriend does some retail therapy. My primary job is to look up from time to time and give the yes or no about a certain piece of clothing/shoe. Most of the time she disagrees with my opinion regarding fashion anyway, so I'm not to sure why she even asks...

I'm not one to self-inflict major financial damage via retail. In fact, I'm actually shocked by the level of consumerism in this city that seems to take hold of normal people and turn them into soulless demons. Demons whom are willing to claw each others' eyes out just to get that last size twelve, purple cashmere cardigan. Lets face it, sales in NZ and sales in the USA are from different dimensions. This leads me to wonder how many people get trodden to death during the Christmas shopping season.. However, I do tend to forget about my apparent disdain towards excessive material consumption when it comes to basketball apparel (Nike and Jordan being the main culprits). I've promised myself to be sensible, but at the same time it's almost a shame if I were not to take advantage of the favorable exchange rate.......hey, at least I'm not into high-end fashion where the packaging alone costs the equivalent of feeding the whole developing world.

In the end, I know my main purpose here was wasn't to shop. The day was balanced with a nice visit over the East River (which isn't really a river at all) where we spent a couple of hours at a Brooklyn food market. I like my bacon butties from the Dunedin farmers' market, but the selection at this place was incredible. Everything from homebrewed beer, asian style hotdogs, to tacos was on offer. This is the kind of thing a 'real' New Yorker would enjoy. Truly in a NY state of mind...assuming stuffing yourself silly with delicious morsels of food qualifies.

Hotdog with spring onions and charsiu...identity crisis, much?

Where's that Footlocker..?

A quick ride back over the East River landed us on 34th street. A little stroll down this road lead us to a little building called the Empire State Building. Not bad. I highly recommend anyone thinking of visiting this place to hire the optional audio tour guide. The experience is made that much better when an old Jewish(he sounds like Woody Allen, although he might be Italian..) NY'er describes the greatness of this building, and the greatness of NY city in general. Nothing much needs to be said about this iconic landmark, but below are a couple of photos to give you an idea about how awesome the visit was.

Random facts: In those days, there weren't many safety regulations so they were essentially constructing this building at a rate of one floor a day(!). Based on past occurences, they were expecting one worker to die for each floor, therefore approximately 100 people should have died. In fact, only FIVE people died during the construction(officially), with only two falling off and one guy getting his head knocked off when he looked up the elevator shaft (you get the idea).

Various views of and from the Empire State Building.

The floor area surrounding me is cluttered with shoes. It really does look a warzone. I've been sitting at this chair typing this blog on my phone for a while now. The people that walk by changes constantly, but they all have the same goal: get as much shit as their credit allows. The girlfriend still isn't back (we're in the shoe section of Macy's, the biggest department store in the world. 'Nuff said), so I'll have a quick nap amidst all this chaos...

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These buskers in the subway were good. Especially the singer. The guy with the keyboard was singing, not the flute player. Singing while playing the flute at the same time would be crazy shit.

So this is where David Letterman is taped!

Flying domestic in the US is a pretty grim process. Firstly, the 'standard fee' they slapped on for checking in luggage wasn't very pleasant. I know that not everyone checks in luggage, but it seems downright greedy considering the substantial price of the ticket alone. Then, we have customs. Admittedly, all the extra security and eyes make me nervous about small things. "Shit, where are those coins!! I can still hear clinking!!" Being frisked isn't on my list of things to do while on this trip. Also, the whole thing about allocating seats at the boarding gate because a flight is overbooked just doesn't make much sense to me. Why should I be allocated a seat last and grouped with the standby lot when I booked my ticket months prior? In the end I finally got my seat, but the same can't be said about the intoxicated cracker lady who got lead off the plane for a "talk". Lucky day for someone who purchased a standby ticket.

The air hostesses (stewardess?) were friendly, though.  

A few hours consisting of broken sleep and getting my eyes gouged out by a monstrosity of a movie called Arthur later, we arrive in Atlanta for a stopover. Nothing exciting. It was 6am eastern time, after all. The drinks vending machine made purchasing a Powerade entertaining with its robotic suction/ejecting mechanism, though. Two and a half hours later, we hop on to another plane and before I knew it, we landed in New York. 

"Wow, look at that!" Seeing the Manhattan skyline of the city was pretty impressive ("Yeah that's awesome"). That was until I realised that it wasn't Manhattan at all and I was looking in the wrong direction (probably New Jersey). I kept quiet to spare me the loss of dignity. 

To say this city is busy is an understatement. It's like saying Sanjay, my Aborigine friend, is brown (he's more of a 'burnt to a crisp' tone). Despite all the excitement, all I wanted to do was have a quick nap before doing anything. Turns out the place we are staying at is on the 4th floor and has no lift. I'm not a complete leaf, but carrying full, overweight suitcases up flights of stairs is a bitch no matter how you look at it.  

Ended up skipping the nap and decided to walk a few blocks to Times Square. Yes, blocks. We managed to find a really decent sublet right in the middle of the city on Craigslist for a very fair price. For people who are thinking of hitting New York, or any foreign place for that matter and want to stay at accommodation other than hotels/hostels etc., be careful about who you deal with on Craigslist. LOL the first listing i clicked and dealt with turned out to be a scam from Nigeria "PLEASE SEND THE MONEY ASAP" *lol*. Luckily no money was exchanged. As long as they only ask for a couple of nights deposit and do it through Paypal, it usually means it's genuine.

"Hey hombre, could you spare some change? It's really hot in here."

As for my visit to Times Square..it was what I expeted it to be; ridiculously commercialised, and BUSY. It was daytime when we first went but when we returned later that night, we couldn't tell the difference at times because the lights and billboards were so intensely bright. I really do wonder how much P.Diddy paid to have himself look so BOSS on that massive billboard on the side of the building. He can't rap to save his life and his producing is questionable, but he sure knows how to make coin and "mindfuck"*LOL*.
 
Half the day had already passed by the time we arrived, so we decided to settle for a Broadway show. Settle probably isn't the best word, because these shows are, from what I heard, pretty amazing. Since we were seeking tickets for a show for the same evening, we could get discounted tickets from Ticket(ing?) Kiosk Times Square (TKTS) which is essentially a ticket booth selling heavily discounted tickets for most shows showing that day. As you can guess, the line was pretty nuts. An hour and a half wait to get our tickets to Cirque du Soleil: Zarkana (it was tempting to give in to the scalpers, even though they probably would have ripped us off).

140 down to 70 each. Probably worth the hot, long wait....

Before the show started, we decided to get a slice of pizza for dinner. As we were making our way to sit down and wait for our food to get prepared, we were told we were only allowed to sit on the stools in the corner, away from the main dining area. I'm sure I had my "WTF, bitch" face on for a second and I had temptations of busting out the race card, but it turns out they have some rule about no pizza being consumed on the tables. They were reserved for pasta consumption. Note to self: people who eat pizza are considered savages in New York.             

If you read my last post, you'll probably remember me mention that I got "hustled" by some black dudes. Well, as I said, I bought a Cal. Golden Bears shirt from Berkeley and decided to wear it. One of the guys gets drawn to it (probably from Cali) and introduces himself as Timboking and proceeds to give me his mixtape. Before I get to say much, he has already signed it and asks for a donation. Ok, fine, no biggy, he seems like a cool enough guy. However, more guys come over and try to get a piece of the action. They all seemed OK and weren't asking for much, except this one particular guy who asked for 20 bux. I didn't have any small notes on me at that particular time and I wasn't really curious about what would happen if i declined, considering I was surrounded by several buff and black G's. The guy gave me change alright. A change in the amount I was meant to get back. Lets just say it wasn't what I was expecting back. Lesson learned. I did a quick search of Timboking and apparently he's an associate of the Wutang Clan. If that's legit, then that's pretty cool. I feel less fob.    

Probably infringing on copyrights so I better make it clear that
I DO NOT OWN THIS PHOTO

The first of a several Broadway shows that we plan to see turned out to be pretty awesome. It's a blend of singing, dancing, circus tricks, etc. reinvented with a fantasy theme and design. In a nutshell, it's a story about a wizard who loses his romantic interest, loses his magic as a result and then gets stuck in a pretty messed up realm full of f-ed up entities. To be honest, I didn't know what the hell they were going on about, but it sure was orgasmic for the eyes. Highlights included the tightrope walkers on the highwire. They didn't just walk along the wire(rope?). They ran, they danced, did flips and stood on each other among other things while maitaning balance. Another mention is the wheel of death act where two acrobats did various maneuvers on this continuously rotating contraception. It is pretty hard to describe so google it and you'll see what i mean. The clowns were entertaining between acts, albeit a tiny bit cheesy. One scene involved a clown being held high over the audience to depict him travelling through time and space (or something) and he proceeds to flash the Boston Red Sox logo, to the chagrin of the crowd. He redeemed himself by correcting it to the New York Yankees logo which resulted in a loud cheer from everyone.

Not everyday that you see clowns fly. Or get hustled by big black people...

D

All you can eat Hotpot, UC Berkeley

I've been keeping up with the news back home New Zealand and apparently the country has had a white out. Can't say that I'm going green over it. I choose warm, predictable weather over sleet and snow (debatable whether it's actually snow) any day of the week. Hope you people back home are keeping warm.

Our stay in San Francisco was fairly brief. It provided us with a much needed breather after our long flight. Having already been to most of the attractions in the area the last time I was here, there wasn't much need to do anything else but sleep and eat.
I must say, though, the extra rest was negated somewhat. Some people see declining food as being rude, therefore, the act of eating was quite an exhaustive process as I was essentially forced to eat way beyond my usual limit. Things were further complicated due to the fact I don't tolerate spicy food....details of that don't need to be shared...

Easily the biggest dish we had at a Hunan/Guangdong cuisine resturant in Fremont. That's a fish HEAD.

Despite having said that we pretty much accomplished nothing but eat and sleep, we did make one special trip to visit the University of California, Berkeley. The scale and atmosphere of this place simply trumps  the University of Otago.

*gasp!*Traitor! Blasphemy! Stupid asian!

Zoology and Botany. One of many impressive buildings.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my days in Dunedin dearly. What other students are known for utilizing their higher education to destroy public/private property, while also doing a passable Haka* as a challenge to the local riot squad? All the more amazing when you take into account how many were under the influence! Joking aside, it is what it is, though. Berkeley has much greater facilities. You just can't beat larger enrollment numbers and better funding. Furthermore, unlike at Otago, people actually buy stuff from the university merchandise store! Myself included. Unfortunately the UC Bears shirt I purchased lead to me getting hustled by several big, black guys. I'll get to that later.

D

so, how do i start this thing....?

Hey peeps. For those of you who actually bother to read this, the little blurb on the right-hand will give you the gist/purpose of this blog. However, I’m going to expand on it slightly, mainly because I can’t think of a more creative introduction. Bear with me as this is my first blog post ever.

So yeah....going to Beijing in early September with my mate (we’ll call him Steve Rogers for now) for a semester of Mandarin Chinese language study. We will be attending Beijing Language and Culture University, because of its focus on the language, as well as from listening to a number of recommendations. In addition to improving our language skills (in Steve’s case, a LACK of), hopefully we’ll meet people from all over the world and have a good time in general. I pride in the fact that I’ve explored Beijing and many other parts of China quite extensively already so I will be able to be a tour guide of sorts for Steve.

Jokes aside, my mate's body proportions are just like the CGI altered Steve Rogers. They would be twins, if it weren't for the fact that he has squintier eyes, yellower skin, blacker hair, and eats more rice (probably).

This blog won’t be a traditional “guide” to BLCU. I’ve been guilty of taking many of my past overseas experiences for granted. Therefore, as a result, I don’t have much to look back on, with only a few photos and videos here and there, with whatever I remember in my head to supplement them. This blog will be a way for me to document my experiences for future reference/laughs. With that said, however, if anyone happens to read these entries, I do hope they find something helpful. At the very least, I hope it’s marginally interesting.

Before my adventure in Beijing starts, however, I’ll be visiting San Francisco, New York and Vancouver for a few weeks. This will be my first time in New York so I’m quite excited to experience the New York State of Mind that Jay-Z, Nas and Billy Joel seem so chuffed about. Pity no Knicks games will be on. Yes, i know the Yankees are playing this week, but I just have trouble liking baseball. Chances are I will go to the game, but I won’t be crying if we happen to overlook it. Vancouver is where many of my relatives live so it will be a nice visit, regardless of whether there is much to do over there.

In all honesty, I’m writing most of this retrospectively, as I’m already in New York. I have been too lazy busy. I’ll try and make it a goal to update this blog regularly, preferably in the evening about events that occurred during that day. I’ll cut short of promising, though, as my track record isn’t very good when it comes to that kind of thing.

I'll fill you guys in tomorrow. The flights really took it out of me.

D